Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.